The kidnapper gave Sarah no time to orient herself. The cold, damp draft made her skin shiver as she was irresistibly drawn through the dense fog of an unknown forest. The ground beneath her feet was uneven, the path shrouded in shadows. Despite the darkness, she felt a presence accompanied by an eerie feeling. Every step was laden with the weight of secret knowledge. Her breathing was heavy as they went deeper and deeper into the kidnapper's realm.

"You have no idea what you've done," the Fae murmured with a sarcastic smile that was barely visible in the darkness. "Not what you were to him. But he will certainly look for you." A dark touch crept into his voice, as if it were feeding on this future.

Suddenly she stood in front of a gate that seemed as old as the world itself. An iron arch that buried itself in the darkness. It was a place where time seemed to stand still. Her gaze swept the walls, and before she knew it, a hatch opened beneath her feet.

"Forget everything you knew. Forget who you are," he murmured as he shoved her sharply into the depths.

She fell onto cold, stone ground and was alone in the darkness. She looked up at the ceiling, where a little light was still shining through the still-open hatch. Then the Fae's head appeared. "I hope you feel comfortable down there," he said, laughing maliciously. Sarah knew immediately where she was. It was an Oubliette. Memories of her time in the labyrinth returned to her consciousness. Memories of how Hoggle had freed her from the Oubliette. Her eyes filled with tears.

The Oubliette was a place of oblivion, a dark room that lay beyond memory. The walls were covered in a gray marble, and the air smelled of Mold and decay. It was the place where you disappeared, where you no longer existed. The darkness took every spark of hope and spat it out again. When the Fae brought Sarah into this room, he was calm, almost thoughtful. It was no longer anger that drove him, but a hidden sadness that threatened to suffocate him.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the gloomy silence. It was not the sound of a person, but of the icy cold itself that lived in the walls. Sarah sat up and tried to organize her thoughts. Her hands felt over the stone. The room was empty. Only the darkness was the true companion in that moment. She was alone.